Brazen Beauty

A million dresses

thousands of shoes

lost in a revelry of pride

floating along

paid by the hour

ever man her sign.

A beauty of yesteryear

lost in the illusion

grand

elegant

graceful

dancing with each who asks

pleasure alive on her face.

As a child she had been taunted

belittled

scorned

for the way that she looked.

Kids can be cruel

words can cut so deep

scars left

that no one can see

but are still felt.

Voluptuous

brazen beauty

gliding amongst the throng

her place firmly set

by the generous curves

of her body

the sharp intelligence of her mind

and crooked wit to sting them all.

Oct. 7/18

Photo by Hernan Sanchez on Unsplash